Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Technova,
Television,
Scientists,
the Swans,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.